Metal detectors blare
I walk on through
Guarding men ignore
A frenzied mind
On the loose…
The signal blinks green
I climb on the train
To find a schmuck
In my window seat
I clench my teeth
Let out a bellow…
He finds his middle seat.
Obese jerks around me
Not a hard guess
Who’s to fart or snore or both
This is my refuge
I deserted the town
That was my home…
A young lady in her 20’s
On the berth facing mine
Married for three years, is on a trip
Alone this time.
How do I know?
She makes two hundred and sixteen calls
Half of them to inform
She is fine, aboard, missing them already
The other half to hatch her shenanigans
For the next five days
Battery died, Oops!
“I’ve few more calls to make”
She pulls out her charger
But the single plug point is engaged to mine
She looks at me, I drift away
Do I CARE?!
She gets on her feet, starts making her bed
Her arse dangles before my face
I ignore her, drop my head
She pursues, bends on her knees
Shoving her bags underneath the berth
Tonight she’ll sprawl
In front of me.
I turn to the glass window
Only to see myself and her in the reflection
Gimme a break!
I speak in silent words…
I ain’t going to see through her valley
However deep and sublime it seems
I shan’t endure, appraise my senses
The color of her skivvies.
Her long legs are a piece
But look at her arms, not waxed
She thinks she’s a blonde?!
Two out of ten
That’s all she gets
I can score better than that.
Lecherous bastards do have a few
Leftover mortal morals!
I bring on the reading light
“Ham on Rye”
39 thoughts on “A Guide to Recognizing Your Saints”
That’s a brilliant look at the trials of travel. I’ve had people talking so loud on their phones or just together that I learn their whole life story over the course of the trip, unable to block it out.
Very well written!
And a nice pic too! What’s it…… a Virar fast? 😛
Yup. 1.30 am. Heading back Churchgate to unwind for a few hours.
Arjun, a very engaging read! My favourite for ages; it made me smile more than a few times!! 🙂
I’m glad, Peter. Your acknowledgement alleviates me, every time 🙂
just like the poem
it has a story
passing by and
making us ponder
just like the saint a master
Wow…I felt like I was there. Very nice!
I’m very pleased!
You certainly engage your readers emotionally. I was out of breath when I finished.
I bet that’s a sincere comment! 🙂
Most sincere. I never say anything I don’t mean. Never
It’s always so interesting to read your poems! I feel they are very original and different from anything I’ve read before! Which is a very cool feeling 🙂
I’ve been going through my previous posts last three days, just and I stumbled upon one of your comments. I’m your captive No 100 🙂
Oh my! I had totally forgotten that 😀 But I’m still happy for it!
“mortal morals”, good man! 🙂
Very important keywords. Tomorrow is another day! 🙂
Tomorrow is another day, good thing too, it would get boring if they were all the same 🙂
Are you quoting from “Gone with the Wind” there perchance?
I usually surrender to their fancies.
Cliche reference. 007, Die another day.
That reminds me, two classics are still on my pending list. Gone with the Wind and Wizard of Oz.
I have seen Gone with the Wind and the Wizard of Oz only once each. No doubt great films but really not my sort of ‘thing’
Exactly why the delay!
One movie that rightfully deserves 4 hours of mine, again and again is Lawrence of Arabia.
Yes, that was a brilliant film. Fascinating person
Good to know that Lech’s have standards too!
Of it all, pardon me, I most love the final para. Whippin’ it, those words, whippin’ pace.
Me too. Though a true event but everything before is a setup to bring in the master 🙂
My butterfly mind , got me bored of blogging , through guilt and curiosity I return. To be amongst your words reminds me why , before, I stayed – I really enjoyed just reading your last few posts , awesome stuff!
Knock Knock 🙂
Wow! Just wow! A wonderfully honest piece. Honesty is your card, Arjun!
True, It’s a candid account of the journey when I left my hometown for good. Thank you, dear Ellen!
Arjun-I think this is one of your best-your words capture a time and place-I felt like I was there. And I love the photograph-such energy!
I’ll cherish this comment for a long long time. Thank you, dear Meg!
Fascinating title for your poem. 😉
I’ve nicked the title.
it’s a film based on a memoir of the same name.
This is just a great poem – one of my favourites. And the image looks like a spinal column. It’s a beautiful post and I’m a fan.
Spinal column – That’s an interesting take. Thank you very much, Richard!
Nicely written! I liked the line, “I speak in silent words…” The photo is engaging, too.
That one line reflects the poise, arduously crafted in every line of your poem, lacks in mine.
I’m reading you 🙂
I’m truly honored 🙂 🙂
you are too funny!
I had doubts about the true meaning, then continuing to legegre had no more doubts …
at the end you are a complete man … Note the woman with the big ass!
Ha Ha. Funny when angry makes a great medley.
Yes, I feel complete when I’m with the “Right” woman!!